The whole place seemed plagued by some kind of weird Doppler effect — you could whisper in a lover’s ear and it might sound like you were half a room away; that was why he had come here by himself. He liked to work in silence anyway, and in a place like this precautions were paramount. He had meditated for two hours and practiced with hard chi and soft chi in preparation for what he might find..
He flipped open his gauge and took a psionic reading: picking up little but random residue from the daily traffic that skirted the edges of this piece of land. No one ever came specifically to this point — the place was grown over with myths like thorn bushes and he had an idea that somehow that might be key to its power. There were leylines criss-crossing this place and he could feel the potential surging up through his feet — still, neither he nor the others who had been sent out here had been quite able to get the drop on what the exact nature of the energy was. If you didn’t have the means to identify something it often got tangled up in all the negative bullshit that seemed to have stuck to this place, he wanted to dig through that — and it was something he was good at; he still had the dirt of a thousand cases under his fingernails.
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